Mr. S: My Life with Frank Sinatra

"With its improbably witty prose, this exercise in deep dish never makes you feel like taking a shower. It's the one Sinatra tome that doesn't stint on rageaholism or sexual addiction or the affection this kind of split personality still engenders. A." — Entertainment Weekly

As the right hand of Frank Sinatra from 1953 to 1968, George Jacobs had one of the coolest jobs in the world at the time when Sinatra was the undisputed master of the entertainment universe. Jacobs rose from his humble beginnings in New Orleans to join Sinatra in the mansions of Beverly Hills, the penthouses of Manhattan, the palaces of Europe, the pinnacles of world power. George Jacobs saw it all, did it all.

Sinatra took Jacobs with him on the ride of the century, from blacklist Hollywood to gangland Chicago to an emerging Las Vegas to Camelot, not to mention dolce vita Rome and swinging London. As a member of Sinatra's inner circle, Jacobs drank with Ava Gardner, danced with Marilyn Monroe, massaged John F. Kennedy, golfed with Sam Giancana, and played jazz with the Prince of Monaco while his boss secretly pursued Princess Grace. He also partied with Mia Farrow, but that one cost him his job of a lifetime.

Through the ring-a-ding-ding and the stars, royals, politicians, moguls, and mobsters emerged a warm and intimate relationship that reveals a complex Sinatra: vulnerable and arrogant, charismatic and violent, loving and disdainful, confident and painfully self-conscious.

"A juicy tell-all book that entertains mightily. . . . The book runs with the kind of spicy details that make for the most captivating cocktail hour chatter. . . . While much has been written about Sinatra's life and times, Jacobs add more with his intimate persona spin on the legendary man." — Denver Rocky Mountain News

"A complex portrait of two complex men at a crossroads in history . . . full of the expected tantalizing tidbits about Sinatra, his women, the mob, Joe and Jack Kennedy, Dino and Sammy. . . . The requisite sex and drink and dusk-to-dawn partiers are in there." — Los Angeles Times